Isn't She Afraid?
Editor: Henyee Translations
Class 7.
Sheng Yang was sitting in the classroom.
Everyone was frolicking and laughing during their lunch break, but she just sat there quietly like a little fairy undisturbed by any earthly trivia at all.
As if under a tacit understanding, the students consciously avoided disturbing her while playing.
Ms. Chen wasn't around and Ms. Yuan from the liberal arts group came sneaking up again. She hooked her finger at Sheng Yang and said in a small voice, "Sheng Yang… Sheng Yang…"
Sheng Yang turned to look at her.
Ms. Yuan was slightly stunned at Sheng Yang's eyes once again. She couldn't help wondering how this teenage girl could have such deep dark eyes!
In all her years as a teacher, she had never seen such an unorthodox student.
But this made sense. If Sheng Yang hadn't been so special, she wouldn't have gotten a score of 720 points on the exam.
"Sheng Yang, there's a new batch of liberal arts test papers. Would you like to…"